Five stages of Angie

The Five Stages

I have always craved a deep and meaning relationship unlike any others I have experience, which has been mostly physical. I sat near my window in my office I grabbed my phone and looked at the time it was six o clock at night, I took a deep breath and turned to look outside my window and noticed it the pouring rain drizzling down my window ready to reach its destination. It gave me an idea, maybe I should write about my perfect woman, I began to write all the qualities I could possibly imagine she should have, without realizing it I was twenty pages deep, nighttime had fallen, and I was still alone.
I knew writing about her was not enough, so I went to find her. I strolled the streets of Seattle and nothing, I lost all hope in finding a partner to spend the rest of my life with. I sat on the bus stop reimagining all the things I looked for in a woman trying to convince myself she was out there and all I had to do was find her.
She is care-free. I looked up and there was a woman standing near the bus stop, she had a huge smile on her face as the rain pours from her hair to her feet. She was extremely soaked but her smile was huge. She asked to sit next to me, I slide over to allow her to sit she turn to me and said her name was Angie. She began shaking so I offered her my jacket, we spent most of the night talking about her love for rain, how it made her feel clean and new afterward, the bus arrived, and I was unable to get her number or anything to get in contact with her, all I had was a name, Angie. I started to walk home repeating her name and replaying our conversation in my head thinking of all the things I could have said but now she is gone with my jacket. When I got home, I couldn't close my eyes she was still in my head, I laid on my bed thinking about her laugh and her answers to simple questions.
A week has passed since I've seen Angie, I went to that bus stop every night ever since. My editor has been on my back since I haven't sent him my new script and I had two days left, I told him I was working on something and that something was going to be so big it was going to blow his mind so he could get off my back for a while, so I came up with the idea to start writing about Angie and the night we met and give that story the happy ending it deserved, I sat on my computer and began to write when I heard a knock on my door all of the sudden.
I opened the door, Angie was standing there looking over at the neighborhood. She turned and handed me my jacket, she found my wallet in there with my ID and that's how she was able to find my house. She asked me if I missed it, but since I barely leave my house to go anywhere I didn't. I thanked her for bringing it back, I smelled the jacket and it smelled fantastic just like her, I think she must've washed it. She asked me if I was not doing anything, I nodded no, and she grabbed my hand and told me we were going on an adventure. We drove down to California, we walked on the walk of fame, we went to Disney Land, we visited the Hollywood sign and she helped me face my fears of heights by making me skydive. We spent a month in California living carefree. she had a smile that made me feel complete and her eyes where bright and lighting I could never say no to any of the adventures she would drag me into and I didn't want to either because the newer places we visited the more furling I felt. I saw her on her phone whispering, she told me we had to get back to Seattle for her big case.
She is ambitious. She dropped me off home and kissed me on the cheeks, I went inside my house exhausted from the quiet trip back home, she was constantly on her phone and her notepad I missed her intensity and laugh through the whole ride. I sat on my computer and continued writing about her where I left off, I glanced over at my phone that was near the table and I had more than thirty missed calls from my publisher I wanted to call him back but I knew what he was going to say so I kept writing and writing more about my adventure with Angie. I was able to complete fifty pages about her and I sent it to my publisher. He immediately called me and asked me who Angie was? I told him she was an angel who is making my empty life so much better. He didn't much care, who she was and what she was doing he told me he wanted me to keep writing "it was some good stuff".
The next day, I called Angie to ask her out for coffee. She first refused my offer, but I insisted, I told her I wanted to see her. she told me she was going to be in court in the morning. I asked her why; That's when I found out she was a criminal defense attorney. She invited me to see her in court and for us to later go for coffee, I immediately agreed. I walked inside the courthouse and sat on the back, I saw her in the front arguing her case in front of the jury, she was so passionate about it, I wanted her to win. I hoped she would win but she didn't, she did get a good deal for her client who was accused of killing her husband. She walked towards me after she was done and grabbed my hand. we walked outside together she didn't seem to be bothered by the lost, when we were at the coffee shop, she told me why she wanted to be a lawyer and how hard she worked to become one, and now her goal is to one day become a judge. I was so proud of her and her ambition.
She is kind. As I sat listening to her talk while holding her hand and looking into her eyes as if nothing in the world mattered but her, she slowly became my everything and I didn't mind. All of the sudden I received a call from my mother's doctor telling me my mother's cancer was worst. I rushed to the hospital with Angie by my side, I went inside the room and saw my mother on the bed, Angie was holding on to my arm so tight and close to her body. I leaned into my mother and gave her a kiss; my mother opened her eyes and she didn't recognize me. I told her my name was Liam and I was her son, her heart started racing while she was screaming, she didn't have a son, the doctor rushed into the room and told me cancer caused my mother's dementia to be worst due to all the treatments. I heard a laugh and I looked over and Angie was making my mother laugh, she was smiling from ear to ear, my mother saw something special in Angie. We spent the whole afternoon with my mother, Angie helped her bathe and fed her the meals even though she didn't want to eat it I saw how Angie braided her hair and made her look a little bit the way my mother used to look like before she was sick. Angie walked towards me and grabbed my hand and we walked back to my mother she put my hand on top of her slowly, I grabbed my mother's hand and reached in for a kiss my mother grabbed my face and looked into my eyes and said my name. I was so happy she could remember me; my heart was bursting into million pieces she told me she was now ready to fall asleep and she was really happy she got a chance to meet Angie. She closed her eyes and the machine started beeping, my mother was gone she lost her battle with cancer. after my mother's funeral, I spent weeks locked in my house looking at old photos of my mother and me, I was remembering old times and how amazing she was. Angie walked into the room where I was, she got on her knees in front of me and put my mother's box aside she reached in for a hug and told me she lost her parents when she was only seven-year-old and that broke her, so she understood what I was going through. She graced me with words of comfort and wisdom to lighten the mood she reminded me how we never went on a date, so I asked for one.
She is physically attractive (Elegant). I picked her up at her home for our date, I brought her some flowers I made dinner reservations at the fanciest restaurant I could find, she deserved it. When I saw her walk outside, I was so amazed by her beauty I couldn't describe in words. Her dark night black hair was flowing as the breeze went through it, her eyes were as deep blue as the sky and I lost myself through them. She had a sickening smile you just couldn't get enough off, her skintight red dress was sitting perfectly on her caramel skin toned body, her smell is as addicting as cocaine, I reached on to grab her marble soft skin. I caressed her face and lean in for a kiss, I couldn't believe she was mine suddenly I didn't want to go on that date I wanted to go to her bedroom and explore her perfect body. The dinner was excellent I forgot all of my problems as I lost myself in her and her perfection. I took her back to my apartment after the date, we went to my bedroom and spent the night together. I woke up in the middle of the night to her smell, I watched her sleep in my arms and I felt inspired to keep writing about her.
She is forgiving. I went back to sleep, when I woke up, she was sitting in front of my computer, she looked angry she began to scream at me telling me why I didn't ask her for her permission before I wrote it. She didn't give me time to explain to her how much I admired her, and it gave me the idea of writing it, how much I wanted to share her with the world while keeping her for myself she left the house very angry at me. I tried calling her for almost a week and no answer. I finished writing the book and I sent her my last draft before sending it to my publisher. A couple of hours later my publisher calls me to tell me how much he loved it and was going to get started working on it as soon as possible and with my blessing by the end of the month he was going to get it published, I agreed. I felt horrible because Angie was not there to celebrate it with me, after a couple of weeks I visited Angie's house and she was not there, I waited for her outside for hours and she never arrived. Once the book was published it didn't take long before it became the best seller, I started to go on book tours all over Europe talking about a girl named Angie and the world was shocked to know that the perfect woman existed and that I let her go. I was not enjoying the tour as much as I taught I would. Every place I went I imagine what crazy thing Angie would've made me do to step outside my comfort zone. My last book tour was in New York, someone from the crowd asked me if I knew where Angie was, I told them it had been three years since I last saw her, and she wasn't returning any of my calls or mail. Someone took the mic and her voice sounded familiar, "I got all your calls and mail" it was Angie in the crowd I ran to her as fast as I could, and I held her in my arms at that moment I felt complete.
We flew back to Seattle together we went back to my house, she looked at me and put her hand on my face and told me she loved me. Before I got the chance to say I love you a noise started coming out of nowhere and filling the room, the noise was starting to get inside my head. I saw Angie moving away from me I tried to grab her hand, but I couldn't as she was also trying to reach me, but we couldn't touch each other, everything started turning black. I opened my eyes I was sitting in front of my computer and the word Angie was typed on the screen, it was raining outside I reached for my phone it was nine o clock at night and I had no messages and one missed call from my publisher. I walked to my room and took a shower I started to see images of Angie in my head, I tucked myself in bed when I realized it was all a dream, I put the covers on my head and closed my eyes. I opened my eyes to see Angie dancing in a field of flowers by herself when she saw me, she ran to me and told me " The perfect woman doesn't exist, I don't exist it was mostly about you leaving your comfort zone than it was about meeting me, stop holding on to this idea and start living the real world. Out there is a lot that needs to explore and it's waiting for you to do so, I think is time for you to set me free." I knew she was right about all of it, I made her up to make sense of my empty life. The next day, I knew I was ready to make changes in my life so I prepared a bag grabbed my keys and headed down to California to start living a life the way Angie would have wanted me to.